Outdoor public nudity and private vices Vol. 15

Her mind knew and feared what would come next, but her body was beginning to crave it, these simple touches just appetizers to inflame her sexual hunger. Finally, he pulled his fingers free and licked them clean. “My original plan didn’t include a victim, and I need to keep this coin raised to hold them back, but I suppose it would be rude of me to cum ravish you with the handicap of one of my hands occupied.” She looked through her tears, seeing him retrieve the silver knife. But anal rather than bringing it towards her, he raised it to his own face. She began to scream, praying that this was just a bad dream, for the sight before her was cutting through her soul the way the knife had cut through her flesh. Without losing his smile, he dug the tip of the blade under his right eyeball. It was an effortless movement, the man prying his eye right of its socket and severing the nerve. She could see him shivering, his body surely reacting to the wound he had just inflicted, but his soft laughter told her that any pain he felt was nothing short of euphoric. He cast the eyeball aside, and in its place, he wedged the coin into the socket, the mirror side facing out. Her looked down on her and she could see her own tear-streaked face reflected in the glass. “There, now my hands are free and I can keep one eye on you and one eye on them—a figure of speech, of course.” “You’re insane,” she hissed. “On the contrary. Those who live in fear, those who break in the face of pain, they are the insane, as their minds are too weak to understand true control, cumshot true willpower. The gods bow to the power of fate, but fate bends to the will of man, and by my will, all of creation will be eclipsed. Besides, the loss of an eye is nothing compared to what I will soon gain.” He then removed his clothes, and seeing him in the nude, the woman gasped. He was even more muscular than she first thought, chiseled, even, but from head to toe, he was covered in scars, burns, and permanent bruises. He climbed onto the altar, kneeling between her spread legs. The moonlight shined on his back, while she was kept in his shadow. He brushed his thumb along one of her cuts and then across her lips, reddening them with her blood like lipstick. “Tell me, do you feel alive? Do you feel the power of your soul surging through you, the warmth of your blood permeating every cell? Do you feel the hardness of the stone, the bite of the rusty chains, the chill of the night air lapping at your skin? Savor those sensations, the bliss and the pain, for they are more precious than you realize.” He then forced himself inside her, offering her no warning or mercy. She cried out from the brutal penetration, feeling like his manhood was poisoning her. The sanctum of her body had been violated, her will and freedom ripped away. Hours ago, she had hoped, desired, to feel his cock subjugate her, for him to take her as he would, but that was back when she just thought he was an interesting man. Now she couldn’t tell who the true monster was; the undead abominations circling around them, or the man with a soul blacker than she ever thought possible. Once the man entered her, the demons around them gave shrieks that chilled her blood and gripped her heart, shrieks not meant for mortal ears. The arrogance of this human, it enraged them beyond measure, to fornicate before the incarnations of death and upon the bones of their broken vessels. They wished to strike, to extinguish the spark of life within him and teach him the meaning of despair, but a single glance into the mirror of that coin would mean banishment to Purgatory. The man wasted no time in initiating a rhythm, thrusting into her with machine-like movements. She tried to stay silent, to maintain what little pride she had, but his impacts were stronger than she had anticipated. The force alone was crushing her, every thrust like the strike of a battering ram, and the speed left her no room to recuperate, but more than that, it was the precision in which he attacked her. His strikes were precise, hitting all the walls in perfect order, like he was jabbing pressure points. The man leaned down to steal a kiss, and this time the woman didn’t bother oral trying to resist him, even when his tongue again violated her. If anything, she hoped to trap him Hardcore there, to bite his tongue off and let him bleed to death. But it was agony, not just the humiliation, but the sight of her face reflected in the mirror. The face she was making, the way she blushed, was that really what she looked like? Ron notices. Bidget loosened the button on my trousers and pulled the zipper down. "Yeah," he answered as he walked off. His cock rubbed across her clit sending a shock of pleasure deep inside her cunt. Dave just shook his head and tried to hide his grin. I just add: "See Sylvia, Katin wants it!". Is everything okay?” Ask Sara who knows about her little coup.” "Shit!" The kneeling girls made a point of not looking at her, but Wendy could hear their silent laughter anyway. The next time I awoke, my eyes hurt from the sunlight streaming in through the nearby window. I wanted to just release in her. "You cant be mad at me now if I tell you I have done this before, right Dad?" Hey, maybe he would Hardcore get a grandson to go fishing with, he thought. She kissed you, oral how you were entirely at cumshot their disposal… She kissed you long and hard stealing that last breath you desperately needed. anal cum